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    1. Innovative Engimas 11 yrs ago

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The Ackran Empire built and rose their empire from the ashes and blood of all, threw war, fire and coin. Each territory was brought under the fold. Creating the largest expanse of united land under the heavens. For hundreds of years the Emperor's ruled with a bloodied iron fist, keeping each province in check with the sword. Instilling both fear and the seeds of open revolt. Though only whispered threw rumor because of the atrocities by the hierarchy in fear of keeping ones head....literally. It would be another hundred and fifty years before the blood that flows as rivers and the incestuous ruling class comes to its knees.

Autorian Ackran was the last Emperor to rule the empire before the land was plunged into a chaos which only the strong survived and the weak were consumed. Autorian was murdered, though only by a small baron who had lost his wife to the madness and lust of Autorian. The effect of one minor mans action threw the entire empire into chaos with hundreds of millions at the sword ready for war and countless more in fear of the coming wars the lingered in the coming years. High level officials and other persons of the court fled with the emperors death to pursue their own destinies and feed their own insatiable lust for power.

Vikron Varlon minister of affairs was among those already who had fled, not fleeing because fear but seeing the opportunity to rule on his own. With him taking his son and daughter back to his own province. Though mountainous it had prospered threw silver production, which bought his soldiers the armor and weapons on par with empire soldiers that still lingered and clasped to an old power. Seeing Autorian's death as his ticket to exert his own ambition to rule and bring a justifiable end to the chaos.

Now marching for war against an old friend and colleague the last great general of the Empire, drastically outsized his own force three to one. Though patience and opportunity were Vikron's. Waiting and watching his colleague Gavrin for a weakness to exploit and take the opportunity to seize victory.Though the soldiers are growing weary and the tensions are running thinner than water.

Rp Info: Everybody that joins will be apart of Vikrons army in some way. Generals, officers, medics etc... I would like a daughter in this in preference than a son. Also an enemy spy reporting movements would be good too. Hit me up with any ideas or questions.



In Dark Ties 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Templars do they have individual powers of their own?
I'm an antiquities nut but a bit of a correction. Centurions command Centuries groups of a hundred men. Generals commanded legions.
I will get something up tonight. I'm having a severe writers block at the moment.
Molesting a Gnome what has it come to.
I'm also up for a good blow up everything and shoot everyone rp.
I would like to post for the other S class if possible
I got one I will share in a bit.
"FOR THE LAST TIME DON'T CALL ME MIDGET! It's insulting me enough being dragged around like a doll by stone age heathens."

It was getting old him being called an assassin or one that helped them. But did the elves listen no, they were almost as stubborn as the damn dwarfs. Seeing a Human among the collaboration of purple giants was promising though his situation went from bad to worse as he was thrust in a whole damnable mess of these pointy ear giants.

"As I said before. I WAS WORKING ON THE SEWERS INTAKE/OUTAKE. ITS DOCUMENTED."

Mitonk's flailing increased as he heard being called trogg again. It was beyond getting old and it need to stop quicker than a lite fuse. Glaring back at the captain letting her snap some discipline into his captors. It was actually quite amusing considering the circumstance. Chuckling some as he remained dangling as a prized boar.

"Listen up you purple mess let me go. And I have you know you didn't search me good enough. I could have some spring-loaded doodad or gadget that could spring out of my rear end with bomb. So they didn't do a good job of that. I will be re-compensated for my losses its only fair after you threaten me countless times. Being called a trogg is calling you a satyr so shut your mouths about that its getting old and fast. Lastly...LET ME DOWN I'M GETTING DIZZY!."

Hoping his little rant would get him down so he could at least stand on his own to feet. Or get him enough attention to make a statement which seemed to be arguing which brew is better with a dwarf.
No making another character. Mitonk is a Gnomish as it gets.
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